Dang my back hurts

Because I moved to a different office (formerly “the small conference room”, and sadly, we kept its table) the same day I was involved in a minor fender-bender, it took me three days to admit to myself that the pain in my back isn’t because of sitting at bad desks on broken chairs in uncomfortable positions and therefore isn’t a kink that can be stretched out but rather a cause for worry. I think it got steadily getting worse until I finally woke up in agony on Friday, but I’m not sure if I haven’t been able to delude myself until now about the nature of the pain out of myopia and optimism.